This is one of those spontaneous ones, on the spur of the moment, compelled by sheer geniality and ease of mind.
Under the stars, sits a young man/woman. Dreams churn his mind, ambition drives him forward, love keeps his eyes on the prize…and occasionally distracts him too. He wants it all, just like the picture he conjured in his mind back in his formative years. To be the best, to set the standard, raise the bar and damn near hammer it in till the whole world knows it (modern-day Excalibur).
Curveballs get thrown his way, he trudges through minefields, pirouettes through enemy fire, graceful on his feet, mind and voice; yet packing enough of a punch to pull a typical 8 on you (blackout!)
Nonetheless, he doubts himself. Sometimes, not always. Seemingly stuck in the ruts, he shouts out for aid. Few come, most nonchalantly pass by, noses upturned in arrogance. But with a push and a pull, from the concerted few, the struggle continues.
And on we go, on #BeastMode; stinging like a bee, floating…floating…floating…
Finally floating, because a time comes when the road becomes to bumpy, potholed, slushy in the rain. Fly free and fly fast. For such struggles shall not last.
But to those leaving the unknown prodigy behind, noses upturned, to those ignorant of the hustle and effort around them, to those thinking they are above it all, to those standing from their seats even before the show is over, before the curtain drops, there lies only one question: QUO VADIS?